The Teacher (poem)

Mr. Johnny Land

His students gathered there around his bed

And through his window far as eyes could see

The faces seated in his memory

Are placing gentle laurels round his head

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And every now and then one stopped to cry

Remembering a lesson they misplaced

Another truth of life he taught to taste

Was nothing grander than the question why

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Why are so many things taken away

Why is it that all good times seem to end

Why does my friend and teacher have to go

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The teacher’s teacher’s minds can never stray

From soul which turns and calls its soul its friend

Then turning to the world to share the glow

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Sonnet dedicated to Johnny Land - the teacher who gave me my great life.

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Faith Reaper 8 months ago from southern USA

Beautiful tribute to your teacher, Mh. Sounds like he was a wonderful teacher to many in this life and blessed many ...a life well-lived.

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Vellur 8 months ago from Dubai

A great tribute to your wonderful teacher who has left an everlasting impression on you. He must have been really good.


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BlossomSB 8 months ago from Victoria, Australia

I really enjoyed this poem, it's a great tribute to your teacher, but is also so well written.

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